“Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat. In our mad rush for progress and modern improvements let's be sure we take along with us all the old-fashioned things worth while.” Laura Ingalls Wilder
The most wonderful bread popped out of my oven this morning. While admitting to having a hormonally challenged day on Monday, I made a batch of bread and forgot to add the yeast. I discovered this when, after two hours, the dough hadn't expanded in the teeniest bit. Not wanting to throw it in the trash, I decided to kneed in the missing yeast. I gave the dough a good buttering and covered the bowl with a (recycled) plastic bag AND a dish towel. It sat all yesterday ever so slowly expanding. I think I punched it down once or twice. By bedtime (Tuesday) .. it was a nice height .. but I forgot/ran out of time to bake the bread. Early this morning (deranged and lacking sleep) I divided the dough in two rounds and set it for a final rise. Heaven .. it gave off the most nutty rich sourdough scent to my entire house. The bread has that sheen that a good commercial loaf is famous for. This may be my new easy method of making sourdough bread .. without having to mess with a starter (only next time I won't be getting up in the middle of the night to bake it).